She will find herself lost in books that give her the sense of adventure she needs.
Wishing she could fall into the pages of book;
mix in between the lines of characters,
explore all the imaginary places,
get lost in the story line.
She brings those fantasies into her dreams, where she can play it out in her own style.
Imagination is what she breathes on.
Way better to live in a fantasy than in reality.
-rds
Mar 7, 2014
Mar 7, 2014 at 11:24 PM UTC
August 28th, 2013:
I met a boy at a party today.
We spoke a few times.
I took a liking to him.
For a stranger, he made quite an impression.
Aug 28, 2013
Aug 28, 2013 at 11:53 PM UTC
On a night alone
It's good to know you're out there
doing something
I don't know who you are
but you are there,
and I am here,
and neither of us
are really alone
Aug 13, 2013
Aug 13, 2013 at 11:07 PM UTC
She stood on the edge
The voices in her head
Just telling her to end it
No one seemed to care...
She took one last breath
And finally, she let go.
Aug 12, 2013
Aug 12, 2013 at 1:59 AM UTC
it'll be 3:00 AM
and i'll still think of you
and how your eyes look out
to nowhere
pondering
in your own thoughts
Aug 12, 2013
Aug 12, 2013 at 1:55 AM UTC
me and you
snuggled up on a long winter's night
with the record player playing
and the sound of nature surrounding the outside
Jul 22, 2013
Jul 22, 2013 at 12:06 AM UTC
If I told you
you were a sonnet,
English, of course,
fourteen lines of excellence
capped with a heroic couplet,
you’d tell me you
only liked the Italian poets.
If I mentioned you
were as subtle as
Water Lilies,
you’d point out that
you preferred modernism
to French Impressionism,
and if I said I loved you,
would you agree with me,
for once?
Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 11:57 PM UTC